Lil Poppa and Lil Durk - All the Money in the World

(VVS Melody)
(Oh yeah, this came from Marz)
Nigga, oh-woah
Nigga, oh-woah
Nigga, oh-woah
Ain't got time for a bitch

Say what you want about me but I ain't goin' like a bitch
I done took my lick
Make 'em suffer every chance I get
And they wonder why I ain't say nothin'
And when they man's got hit, they'll spend all them bands on attempts
I know them fuck niggas sick
Heard he crashed the whole whip, that's what the fuck nigga get
Bitch, I been grindin' my whole life, it ain't no luck in this shit
Ain't with the cuffin', we fuckin' or nothin', lil' bitch
I don't trust, leave Chevy outside with the stick
I rap about all these purple hearts
We survivin' this shit
They ain't built like us, that's why they dyin' and shit
You sell them young niggas dreams, why you lyin' to them jits?
I put my lil' brothers on flights, I got 'em flyin' and shit

I could have all the money in the world, still won't have time for a bitch
See, they gon' make a RIP post, act like they cryin' then forget
They got my dance on TikTok, my sister proud of that shit
I get a thrill off of that, come to me smilin' and shit
Racks in my sweatpants, don't need a stylist, you bitch
Only time them youngins miss shit if a child in their witchu
Probably in the city with a TEC, they playin' foul on a nigga
His dawg name in black and white, he turned cow on his nigga (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

A nigga I loved went on a drill, I had to drop him off (pussy)
I don't know why I just front my move, I know he cotton soft (let's get it)
These 2020 Perky heads, I sold him Tylenol (Tylenol)
Bro'nem fightin' for they life, they had to find the law (find the law)
I'm a hundred thousand cash in penitentiary (yeah, yeah)
Sentenced at sixteen, that nigga doin' a century (yeah, yeah)
(Brrt) if you mention me (if you mention me)
And we on everybody ass and we ain't known for showin' sympathy (let's get it)
I be thinkin' 'bout my dawg, that shit be gettin' me (gettin' me)
Back door be wide open the vibes niggas givin' me
Niggas that we treated like hoes thinkin' 'bout killin' me (yeah, yeah)
Niggas leave they brothers and trick the hoes, shit be killin' me

I could have all the money in the world, still won't have time for a bitch
See, they gon' make a RIP post, act like they cryin' then forget
They got my dance on TikTok, my sister proud of that shit
I get a thrill off of that, come to me smilin' and shit
Racks in my sweatpants, don't need a stylist, you bitch
Only time them youngins miss shit if a child in their witchu
Probably in the city with a TEC, they playin' foul on a nigga
His dawg name in black and white, he turned cow on this nigga

See, they gon' make a RIP post, act like they cryin' then forget
My sister proud of that shit
I get a thrill off of that, come to me smilin' and shit
Only time them youngins miss shit if a child in their witchu
Put his dawg name in black and white, he turned cow on his nigga

Written by:
Durk Banks, Florian Nguyen Van, Janarious Wheeler, Marco Salazar

Publisher:
Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Songtrust Ave, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.

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